I’ve done very little fishing in my life, but most of that was from the Huntington Beach pier with my father and older brother on rare days when we boys were kept out of school (because Dad worked weekends) to do something of the father-son nature. What parental impulse led to these outings? Perhaps my mother saying, “Dear, I think Gary needs more of your influence?” Or was it merely that a man who worked six days a week as a grocer and worked after-hours clearing lots of weeds for the city, wanted for himself the pleasure of now and then doing something with his two sons? I’ll never know, nor does the answer matter. It’s the memory that counts.